Chapter 7

I didn't know what time it was, had no idea for how long I had been lying on the floor, my body numb lying on the hard tiles. The dried tears on my cheeks were the only thing I could feel right then.

"Eva" I heard his voice but didn't bother to reply. I felt his warm jacket covering my body as he slowly lifted me up in his arms in bridal style. If it was another time, I would be as giddy as a teen girl who just had her first eye contact with her crush but then, I just felt empty. Empty and sad. Shraf walked up the staircase with me in his arms and before I knew, I was placed in a comfortable bed. It was dark in there so I could not clearly see but I felt his gaze. Oh that gaze, even in the darkness I could feel it penetrating through my soul. He sat beside me, one muscular arm still around my waist as his face leaned towards mine, his dark gaze piercing through me.

I gulped. I had no fucking clue what was happening. I had never seen Shraf like this, even during our intimate moments, he never ever was this intense. I knew my husband to be a man of little words but this was on another level.

"Shraf" I whispered, breaking the silence.

"Hmm?" even his simple 'hmm' contained such power that my thoughts again got numb.

He leaned back against the headboard and suddenly I missed having his arm around my waist. Before I could realize, he picked my upper body up and made me lean against him.

Being thunderstruck would be an understatement. Is it his way of saying sorry?!!

I heard the bedside table's drawer getting opened, and no later I felt cold touch around my shoulder.

He- He was applying balm on my shoulders!!!

"I lost my control for a second there" He said, his voice emotionless as his fingers kept rotating around my shoulder, massaging my pain away.

"If it is your way of apologising, I am not going to accept that." I said, failing to sound harsh as his magical massages around my shoulder forced a breathy moan out of my lips. I sure could feel his smirk over my shoulder.

"I am not apologising." he said, his voice firm yet I could hear the smile.

I didn't bother arguing as I relaxed against him and just let myself be pampered for once in my life.

Who knows? Maybe it's the last.

.......

The next morning I woke up alone in my bed. I knew it was not surprising but somewhere in my heart, I hoped. I hoped to have his arms around me, to see his face the first thing in the morning, to feel his smile through his kiss on my forehead, I hoped to feel loved for once. Guess what? Hope never stops hurting.

I closed my eyes and let the stuck tears flow as I gasped through the hurt. It was a routine, hardest routine to get used to.

Finally being able to stop my pity party, I got up from bed. I have a contract to to keep up to, don't I?

As expected, I discovered my husband with his laptop on his face and resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Shaking my head, I crossed him to enter the kitchen.

"How is your shoulder?"

"Better." I sat down with my breakfast, hungry as heck.

I was enjoying my food but that didn't mean I couldn't feel his scorching gaze on the back of my head. What's with this man and his eyes these days?

"What's your plans for today?" I asked just to break the tension.

"Few meetings"

Sure.

"You?"

"Huh?!" I pretended not to understand his question just to get a few words out his miser vocal chords.

"What about your plans for today?"

"Oh, will head to the beach after I finish my breakfast."

"The office really could use your help right now." He said.

"I resigned." I deadpanned.

His eyes shot towards me in disbelief. "When?!"

"The same day you signed the divorce papers. The HR did not tell you?"

"Why?" He gritted his teeth, barely controlled anger lacing up his voice.

"What do you mean why?" I was so done with this man. What did he think? He would divorce me and I would still serve him?! In his dreams!

Shraf stood up all on a sudden, molten anger rolling through him. His face distorted with anger as he spitted out his next words,

"YOU CANNOT RESIGN!"

"Of course I can. I already have. Deal with it." I threw the words over my shoulder and crossed my arms.

Gone the days when I used to worship the land my husband walked on. If he thought he could dictate my decisions, he had another thing coming.

The tension in the air around us was so thick that it started to become suffocating, not to mention, the aura around my husband was no less dangerous than death and I was basically shaking. Few moments pass by, Shraf finally manages to master his rage and turns around to leave the room.

"Where are you going? You can't leave." I said mastering up all the courage not to break in front of his ferocious expression.

My husband raised an eyebrow, smirking as if daring me to stop him.

I slammed down the contract on the table. Now it was my turn to smirk,

"You have two kisses due."